Brexit drama

Back in September during the Kavanaugh hearings, I rage-purchased tickets for Miriam and me to go see Hamilton in London in March (this month). Both the Hamilton tickets and the plane tickets were way cheaper than you’d think, especially when viewed through a fog of rage!

Well, a few weeks ago, I was messaging my friend Crys and she asked if we were going to be in London around the Brexit deadline. I double-checked the dates and not only will we be there around the deadline, we are flying out of the UK (London) back to the EU (Finland) ON THE BREXIT DEADLINE. THE VERY DAY. Late in the day, even, when stuff has really had a chance to hit the fan! I had simultaneous visions of Miriam and I spending like queens, tossing our euros around to take advantage of the weak pound, but also visions of, like, the airport being on fire.

But I told myself that while I would make sure to pack extra snacks and get to the airport in plenty of time, I had nothing to worry about since our tickets were on FinnAir (an EU airline). But then I double-checked that and saw that our tickets are actually on British Airways! I contacted them and they say there “shouldn’t” be a problem, even flying out on the evening of the Brexit deadline. Which I guess means the airport “shouldn’t” be on fire and we “shouldn’t” need to make an alternate plan for spending at a minimum that weekend and at a maximum the rest of our lives at Heathrow.

Something like the scenario mentioned in the pictured NYT headline would work out really well for me, personally.

In any case, it’s all terribly exciting/stressful and my only real request for the Brexit gods is that they not cancel Hamilton, amen.